It was her. Same eyes, same smile, same face.
I look over at her again, she's saying something.
Her lips are moving
It doesn't register.
I hear nothing.
I hear none of what she says. It's just like that night. Which lays heavy in my mine.
I take a look down at my hands: they're shaking.
Am I having a panic attack?
The room starts to blur, but I could not get an answer to my last inquiry as I feel a sharp pain run though my head, and my vision black out.
Why?
What happened?
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RomanceHe pushed him away. But that was years ago. Moving on should be easy. There was nothing to get attached to besides that beautiful smile and the shine in her dark eyes. But he was pushed away. That should be the end, but when those eyes return to hi...
